tomorrow...
merely a confident lie we mispoke,
in search of reassurance and hope.
delusion scattered across our minds,
unaware of the fleeting time.
minutes merge to long drawn hours,
the last breath, a bouquet of flowers,
settled on your stone carved silhouette,
an interred corpse of forlorn regret...
🪶🕊
♤.♡.◇.♧
















